PSA: DON’T USE FLASH!!!! TO TAKE PHOTOS!!!!! IN MUSEUMS OR GALLERIES!!!!!!!
so i was in front of Van Gogh’s Starry Night at the moma yesterday and this girl in front of me took a picture with the flash on (WHICH YOU DONT DO!!! EVER!!! BECAUSE FLASH IS TERRIBLE FOR PAINTINGS!!!! THERE WERE SIGNS EVERYWHERE SAYING NOT TO USE IT!!!!)
so i said “hey, dont use flash”
AND THIS MOLDY ASSBABY turns around, gives me the dirtiest look, takes ANOTHER photo WITH HER FLASH ON and fucking!!!! walks!!!! away!!!!!! and ive never come so close to beating the ever living shit out of someone before in my life.
Starry NIght is one of the most important, beloved works of art IN THE WORLD and youre such a entitled piece of shit that you risk damaging it just to get a fucking photo??????? and you know what? it doesnt even matter that it was starry night, ANY piece of art deserves to be shown safetly. just because an artist isnt famous doesnt mean you get to put their work in jeopardy. art is so fucking imporant to our histories and cultures, to our very humanity, and it makes me furious when people dont respect it.
this has been a psa from an angry art history student thank you and remember to turn off your flash
EDIT: I’m adding this because if I get one more ask about how im a fucking pretentious art student who shouldnt assume everyone knows about this im gonna rip my hair out. even though I’ve added it before, I didnt know that it wasn’t common knowledge not to use flash, so sorry for assuming, even tho its a rule at almost every art museum in the world, whatever.
Also while im at it, im now aware that the exact amount of damage is debated. didnt know when i posted this. im not taking any fucking chances on it, but go ahead if you want to, im not your mother.
phil lester sits criss-cross applesauce atop a world of his own creation and smiles. he stands in scuffed shoes and cares steady, holds consideration in gentle palms and offers it like the worst kept secret. jokes, delicate and airy, translucent flower petals and lavender blush and making the world a bit brighter. well meaning words settle whisper quiet into hearts, moulding them into something better, something softer. the rosy brightness of adoration blooms steady behind his eyes and glows for something good.
phil lester sits on his old bedroom floor and tells a camera about his day. ten years later he performs his last show on a worldwide tour, best friend by his side and tucks memories laced in silver and gold in his back pocket for safekeeping. he stumbles and a million hands reach out to balance and propel him forward. happy screams and photos and tweets and art and unadulterated love put down roots in his chest. vines creep across his ribcage and beat in a rhythm only he can hear, safecomfortablewarm. he locks it there, vivid and precious.
phil lester smiles, sunlit and breathtaking, the turn of his lips smeared on and dripping joy like a fingerpainting. he inhales colour and light and sound and exhales creativity, his fingers itch for something just out of his reach. mind floating away, barely there clouds dancing and wispy, and lying back among them and dreams about flying. determination is sharp in his veins and laces through his lungs like string tugging him along, do this make that write this down plan this out. add another rung and climb higher. he twists lovely things with clumsy fingers and adds another line to the autobiography titled how to make the stars appear dim next to this.
phil lester looks at the sky, twinkles wistfully and wonders if he could be up there. he doesn’t realise he’s been flying for years.
a/n: this is for my man jeff who i love and appreciate !! also first 13 reasons why imagine !! feedback is appreciated and requests are always open
You and Jeff walked into the gymnasium, your arms interlocked at the elbow. You had worn your favorite dress, which complimented your body perfectly. The moment you stepped out your house door, Jeff was swooning. Your cheeks had turned a bright shade of red. “You look beautiful Y/N.” Jeff said before giving you a kiss on your lips. “You don’t look so bad yourself.” You replied. You weren’t lying, the man looked heavenly in suits.
But as you entered, you saw white snowflakes along the walls and blue lights illuminated the gym. You headed over to the table with food, grabbing a light snack. You looked around the crowded gym for Jeff, spotting him sitting on bleachers, next to Clay Jensen. You walked over and sat on the other side of Clay. “And what are you boys talking about now?” You ask, taking a bite of your snack.
“Um, nothing Y/N. Jeff is just meddling with my love life.” Clay replied, looking across the gym. A small smile had appeared on his face, and you followed his view only to see, Hannah Baker. “Go talk to her. Ask her to dance.” You speak up, looking at Clay with a grin on your face. “You know I can’t dance.” He shot back, leading to Jeff letting out a laugh. “Nobody here could dance.” He claimed, and the three of you looked around, laughing and agreeing with your boyfriend’s statement.
“C'mon Jenson. We made a deal, if i got a C or above, you would come to the dance. Now go and talk to her.” Jeff spoke, Clay sighing then standing up, mumbling a rushed ‘Fine.’ You and Jeff watch as Clay and Hannah walk up to each other. You see Hannah speak and a smile appears on her face, then the two start to dance, if you could call it dancing. You and Jeff high five each other, big grins on each other faces.
“I totally ship them.” You spoke. “Our meddling has totally worked.” Jeff replied and you nodded your head in agreement. The two of you intertwine your fingers, leaning into a passionate kiss. Jeff cups your face in his hands as you both pull away. “I love you Y/N Y/L/N.” Jeff said in admiration. “And I love you Jeff Atkins.” You stand up, stepping off the bleachers and reaching out your head. “Now c'mon Atkins, dance with me.” You smirk, Jeff stands up and takes your hand in his.
The two of you walk and start to dance but making sure the both of you could keep an eye on Hannah and Clay. “Look Atkins, we’re cupids now.“ You said motioning Jeff to the view of Hannah and Clay kissing. Jeff brings you into a hug and kisses your forehead. “You’re my sweetheart Y/LN. I love you.” Jeff speaks and you feel yourself blush. “What did I do to be blessed by Jeff Atkins?” You ask before the two of you continue to spend the rest of the night in the company of each other.
oh my i hope you like this because i didnt know how to end it also this isnt edited sorry if it sucks ://
*whispering in the distance with fingers crossed* don't let Rhys be white, don't make him white.
Wait is this in reference to the painting I’m doing? Because if you know me, you know I cannot STAND FUCKIN WHITE RHYS’S.
don’t worry anon. This bitch don’t fuck with that. The sketch just happens to make him look white. I assure you, he’s not.
I’m usin Toni Mahfud as my reference. Pretty sure he’s mixed just as Rhys is. But again. I don’t fuck with white washing Rhys or any other character. As you may have seen by my post about Illyrians.
Okay. You dont know how much I hurt for Will when we see him again, 3 years later after Digestivo.
The guy is still fcuking trying so hard to move on from THAT. And the fact that Will is still trying so hard to move on speaks how strong he can still feel the pull even after 3 fcuking years later with a wife and a kid and a new house and a life free from the FBI. He is still actively fighting all of it.
The guy didnt let Jack in his house, despite the freezing cold and despite the fact the guy still values his relationship with Jack, enough to listen to him even though the guy didnt want to talk about the murders at all. Will could have drove Jack away and not talk to him at all. Instead, he was “I can’t just shoo you away so let’s hear it anyway.” But not in his house where the guy could not bear to hear the echoes of his and Jack’s voices talking about murders and serial killers bouncing in the spaces his whole new life is built around (because it sure hell will bounce like crazy). Jack and his cases are tainted with thoughts of Hannibal, the guy would not NOT be reminded of Hannibal and the past life he’s trying so hard not to think anymore.
The guy didnt go fishing with his wife and kid.
Instead, he stayed at home to fix a door.
We are talking about a guy who used to have a deskspace dedicated for crafting his own lures, near his bed. Heck the guy was a fcuking fly fisherman and he was good at it! But the guy could not bear to share that outdoor activity he loves/loved with his new family without being reminded of Abigail, his murder-daughter who was given and then taken away by Hannibal,
It was only in his memory palace but he sure is fcuking so happy about the idea, look at that face. Im not crying, you are.
When we see him 3 years later, Dear Will has not been able to put the past behind him at all. He’s still at that stage where reminders can take him back to the past as if he’s still living in it. Emotions are still attached to those thoughts and memories, and Will still feels those emotions strongly.
And what makes this hurt more is the fact that Hannibal made it sure just so.
The moment Hannibal surrendered, all of Will’s plans of moving on were screwed. Will can change his life completely, new house, a happily married life, new things and activities to occupy his mind and time BUT Will would not be able to completely not think about Hannibal when (1) he still hears what’s going on with Hannibal, and (2) he can’t completely avoid it.
With Hannibal’s arrest:
1. Hannibal will be all over the news.
In this way, Hannibal is still in Will’s fcuking face, unless Will decides to move to a remote area or island. But we know that didnt happen
2. There will be trial, in which Will will be very likely dragged into. Oh yes he certainly was.
3. More Hannibal will be on the news.
You see? The news will be covering his arrest, his stay at bshci, his trial, after the trial — the Chesapeake Ripper is caught and that is sensational my friends, the media will follow him and will talk about him for g-d knows how long.
How long, you say? Looks like Hannibal’s trial was a thing for all 3 years??
Poor Will. And the fact that Will’s visit made it cover story worthy means Hannibal the Cannibal is still relevant after 3 years since his arrest, i mean surrender.
Hannibal knows Will’s recipe for moving on — time, new environment, new people, not knowing what’s up with your ex Hannibal. Will may not be able to forget but these ingredients will gradually dull his feelings until they are no more. Someday, it’ll all be nothing but just memories for Will. And Hannibal knows that him leaving, just as Will wanted him to, will ensurely make that happen.
So what’s Hannibal’s plan? Get in Will’s face and make sure he wont be able to entirely escape it. Keep dear Will emotionally attached with memories of you.
You tried so hard Will but Hannibal knows so much about how your mind works.
Okay, about the fishing
My sorry ass managed to look away from Hugh Dancy’s glorious face only now in my Nth rewatch and see the thing past him
Wait. What is that golden circle thing behind him. Looks familiar…
And in a different angle… pardon the dumb quality, no giffing tools for me so if you want it clearer i suggest to go back to this scene in that episode.
Yes, it IS that fishing gear the guy has
— this magnifying glass.
Because his fishing gear isnt out of sight and boxed up, it does seem Will was still fishing!
HOWEVER this does not guarantee or say with absolutecertainty that Will DID NOT stop fishing. (i mean, for all we know, he could have just put it on display or something but not really using it, or maybe it could be Molly’s. The woman CAN fish at the very least so…)
What it tells us is that there is possibility Will was still fishing.
HOWEVER this does not change the fact that Will chose not to go fishing with his wife and kid on that day.
Because for some reason, Will needs or wants to be alone?
Or because fishing with his wife and kid family that day isn’t ‘good’ for him since it reminds him of his murder daughter Abigail?
A lot of things could be on his mind then since what does he do when he wants to quiet his thoughts? He fixes stuff. What are those things that could be on his mind?
Maybe Hannibal’s note just came in and somehow he feels like it’s something to do with those peculiar murders in Chicago and Buffalo he had been reading about? Wait, so does that entail that Will somehow knew Jack will pay him a visit about the murders any day by then??? Or maybe even on that exact day because he knows Jack knows what’s in Hannibal’s note since the fbi 'screens’ the ingress and egress of Hannibal’s parcels? Another possible reason why Will chose not leave the house that day????Woah, no i am not looking more into that or i will digress
Whichever the case may be why Will chose not to go fishing with his wife and kid that day, he was trying to 'stay away’ from the memories of Hannibal the past he left behind, coming back to haunt him.